Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.